Don't start humming that tune or it will stay with you all day....or is it too late?
My husband did not grow up in my city. He grew up in Detroit and went to a parochial high school. When we were dating, he bowled on a Friday night league near my parent's house. One night Joe walked in and smiled with recognition as he walked toward us. I thought he was coming to say hi to me. Nope, he was saying hi to Bill. He knew Bill from their mid teen years when they worked in businesses next door to one another.
Ten years or so later, Bill and Joe worked together and I met Joe's wife at company Christmas parties and the annual summer picnic. She was very quiet and we both had young kids to keep tabs on so we had little more than a nodding acquaintance. She had a distinctive first name that I had not heard before or since, Paz.
A few days before this discussion with Lisa, I was reading a Facebook comment by one of my younger son's friends, Emily. Paz had replied to Emily's post and I wondered how the two women knew each other. I asked Lisa how her mother knew Emily. Emily's mother and Paz were long time friends, having worked together years ago. Second coincidence in one evening. I thought we were done.
Yesterday I was with my future daughter-in-law's mom working on wedding invitations. Talking about coincidences, I told her this story but hadn't mentioned names. Kim's mom knows Emily who is going to be one of Kim's bridesmaids. When I got to the part of the distinctive name replying to Emily's Facebook page, she asked what the unusual name was. I said Paz, and she asked "Paz Smith???"